Quotes About Yearning

Ellie closed her eyes and felt the aching loneliness well up inside her chest.

I am homesick and I am timesick . . . I miss all that no longer is, Lil says.

He knew he had no right to touch her, crave her like air, but he did both. And when he put his mouth on hers, he recognized the taste of her, like she'd been made just for him.

A small part of her secretly hoped she caught him in bed. But that really was a very small part. The bigger part hoped he was in the shower.

Mallory, he said, sounding raw and staggered and touched beyond words. God, I was so stupid. So slow. I didn't know what to do with you. I tried to keep my distance but my world doesn't work without you in it. -Ty to Mallory

I tried to keep my distance, but my world doesn't work without you in it.

Matt? Yeah? A barely there sigh escaped her lips. I really want to sleep with you, but... Damn, he said. That was a great sentence right up to the 'but'. -Amy and Matt

Days turn to night. The ocean tide drifts in and out. And I want you, Tara. Damn you, but I do. I always have.

He shouldn't be inclined. Mallory Quinn was sweet, warm, and caring. She was a white picket fence and two-point-four kids. She was a diamond ring. She was someone's keeper. Not his. Never his. He didn't do keepers. And yet in that beat, with her mouth close to his, a smile in her eyes, he... ached. He ached and yearned for something. Someone. He wanted to wrap his arms around a woman, this woman, and lose himself in her.

But dammit, she was tired. Tired of doing what was expected, tired of feeling like she was missing something.

I can't do this, she whispered. He nodded. I know. I want to but I-- It's okay. He brushed a kiss over her jaw and then was gone, proving for the second time now that he was, after all, her perfect Mr. All Wrong. -Mallory and Ty

He turned to shut and lock the door, then came close, his gaze touching her features. "I missed you, Holly." Her heart caught painfully. The poor organ seemed to be getting quite the workout lately.

Oh boy. His chest was smooth and warm and hard as stone, and she wanted to both touch and nibble. And lick. Could she pretty please lick?

I'm never going to get tired of finding you looking at me that way. Like you have to have me right now." She laughed, then looked around to make sure Leah wasn't too close. "I just had you," she whispered…

Chloe? Yeah? I'd be worth the inhaler, he said, then forced himself to walk away.

All my life, you've been my Almost. He softened slightly, his gaze touching over the features of her face as if memorizing her. I want you, Leah. I've always wanted you. But wanting isn't enough. You have to fight for it too, and you're not going to.

Still mad," she gasped. He covered one of her fists with his hand, entwining their fingers, while his other slipped beneath her, stroking her where they were joined, slowly driving her straight to heaven without a seat belt. "Then I should stop.

But even though she's started the game in the first place, she no longer wanted to play. Somewhere along the way, her heart had flipped on her. She could pretend to be a bad girl all she wanted. It was only an illusion. The truth was, she needed more than sex. And that really pissed her off about herself.

Trying to cool his jets, trying to let her stay in charge, he attempted to hold back, but she let out this breathy little whimper like he was the best thing she'd ever tasted.

With a soft laugh that turned her on even more, he brushed one last kiss to her temple. Lock up, Willa. Dream of me. And she knew she would.

Her hands slid to his shoulders, his biceps, and dug in as if to hold him here, right here. But he wasn't going anywhere. He liked her hands on him, liked her tongue in his mouth, and when she made that noise deep in her throat, the one that said she was as lost as him, he groaned, both in pleasure and with a good amount of what-the-fuckery, because he knew. He was in trouble. Down to the bone trouble, and he didn't give one single shit.

She'd offered him her friendship. Her body. And he'd taken both. He wanted to keep them both. And he also wanted more, so much more. He wanted her heart, like she had his.

The kiss started out gentle, but quickly got serious and not so gentle. His lips parted hers, their tongues touched, and she heard herself moan. His hot mouth left hers and made its way along her jaw, her throat, where he planted open-mouthed kisses that made her shiver for more. If she hadn't been sitting, her knees wouldn't have held her up, because he kissed away her annoyance, her good sense, any ability to think, everything.

I want you, Elle, he said, voice low and rough. It's a goddamn ache, I want you so much.